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#i gave her an oktavia von seckendorff motif
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The Soul of vigor. Once dreamt of lust. Looking for the feeling that touched her deeply so long ago, she moves with the moon alone. Her fortune only turns under the weight of bittersweet memories, and no longer moves toward the future. Nothing will reach her anymore. She will come to know nothing more. She simply allows no one to disturb her "ascension" to godhood.
The Soul of vigor. Once dreamt of lust. The Soul continues to dream of an offering resounding in the middle of the castle halls, a deeply moving impression of past days. Continuing within that time with little but sure differences, her wheels of fortune move around calmly.
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